Once I’ve given him my future, he can give me his present. But as long as I try to claim my life as my own, I’ll never be able to live it properly. As long as I try to claim my future as my own, I’ll never be properly present. I’ll never be able to care for time’s weakness. This is the world’s oldest story: I have to die in order to live. I have to give my life away in order to find it.
